Hallow Howl

A voyeur from the future, time and light refraction in the ether where we are allowed to See.

she could hear the hollow howl of the wind 3 layers in 

the taste of salt on her lips left over from the passage 

there was must and dank in the air

The woman clad in the black T-shirt and forest green chinos that stopped 3 inches above her ankles and a pair of practical black and white shoes that fit her feet tightly sat down in the balcony of the theater. Here there and everywhere there were places hidden and some in the open where connections were made, with the chatter of the uniforms below she took a peruse around and heard their sounds some were please of forgiveness, she knew they would not bother her. This balcony refit over time was dusty and bits of hairs, long and short, straight, and golden, youthful and unblemished and curls of black and gray gathered in the crevasses in the dirty, dark, cherry red carpet unseen by the masses. On the left side of the balcony, closest to the stage there was a passage way, a plug in of last retort. She looked down at the uniforms chattering away and for just a moment 5 looked up and took eye aim at something in the corner of the their sight, they turned and sat down in peace no cause for shame. The woman clad in the black T-shirt and forest green chinos took the key frorm, her many collected and opened the passage. The blue of the room was cold and pale, and there, again, the left side of the wall was a row of plugs under a console of machines looking back; "pop, pop, fizz, fizz voltaic light ignite the sin" she blew her whisper into the air through her lips that still tasted of salt, as she pulled the third plug in. The woman clad in the black T-shirt and forest green chinos heard the hallow of the wind again.

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story